Point of View
Summary: In order to understand everything that's happened to her, Piper casts a spell to see things from other people's perspectives. However, the spell somehow backfires and puts Piper inside the minds of her loved ones. Can she still find the answers she's been looking for?
A/N: As most of you know, I've got a lot of other fics competing for my attention. If you'd like to see more of this one, then I suggest you make friends with the nice purple button down there at the bottom.
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I don't understand why this is happening to me.
Prue's gone. Leo's gone. Why am I still here? Why am I the one who always has to watch them leave?
Don't try to tell me they didn't have a choice. Prue could have fought for her life, she could have held on, she could have stayed with me until Leo came to heal us. And then there's Leo himself. He's even worse than she was. At least I know that she can't come back, and if she could she'd be here. I can't say that about Leo, can I? No. He left because he wanted to. He had the option of staying here with me and Wyatt. He knew we needed him, but he'd rather be Up There with the same damn Elders who've taken everything else from me. He abandoned me, he abandoned our son, and I still don't understand why.
I can't go on like this. I need to know.
I get up from my bed, where I've been spending so much of my time lately, and cross the room to check on Wyatt. He's asleep in his crib. I decide against waking him; after all, he looks so peaceful, and this shouldn't take long. I grab a baby monitor and tip-toe out of the room, watching to make sure my sisters don't see me as I slip into the attic. I know they'd try to stop me. I can't let them. I need to know.
It doesn't take long to assemble the things I'll need. A candle, a piece of rope, a spell hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper. The spell, which usually takes me a while to complete, comes surprisingly easy this time. After memorizing it, I fold the paper into a thin strip and intertwine it with the rope. I light the candle, and hold the rope and paper into the flame, taking a moment to make sure it lights before I start chanting.
"Spirits, let your wisdom show
Tell me what I want to know
To my questions you will bind
The answers which I seek to find
Another's perspective, let me see
Why everybody keeps leaving me."
I don't for a minute take my eyes off the candle. Halfway through the spell, the flame starts dancing. My vision starts to blur, and I can't think straight. I keep going anyway. By the end of the spell, I can feel myself slipping away...
Summary: In order to understand everything that's happened to her, Piper casts a spell to see things from other people's perspectives. However, the spell somehow backfires and puts Piper inside the minds of her loved ones. Can she still find the answers she's been looking for?
A/N: As most of you know, I've got a lot of other fics competing for my attention. If you'd like to see more of this one, then I suggest you make friends with the nice purple button down there at the bottom.
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I don't understand why this is happening to me.
Prue's gone. Leo's gone. Why am I still here? Why am I the one who always has to watch them leave?
Don't try to tell me they didn't have a choice. Prue could have fought for her life, she could have held on, she could have stayed with me until Leo came to heal us. And then there's Leo himself. He's even worse than she was. At least I know that she can't come back, and if she could she'd be here. I can't say that about Leo, can I? No. He left because he wanted to. He had the option of staying here with me and Wyatt. He knew we needed him, but he'd rather be Up There with the same damn Elders who've taken everything else from me. He abandoned me, he abandoned our son, and I still don't understand why.
I can't go on like this. I need to know.
I get up from my bed, where I've been spending so much of my time lately, and cross the room to check on Wyatt. He's asleep in his crib. I decide against waking him; after all, he looks so peaceful, and this shouldn't take long. I grab a baby monitor and tip-toe out of the room, watching to make sure my sisters don't see me as I slip into the attic. I know they'd try to stop me. I can't let them. I need to know.
It doesn't take long to assemble the things I'll need. A candle, a piece of rope, a spell hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper. The spell, which usually takes me a while to complete, comes surprisingly easy this time. After memorizing it, I fold the paper into a thin strip and intertwine it with the rope. I light the candle, and hold the rope and paper into the flame, taking a moment to make sure it lights before I start chanting.
"Spirits, let your wisdom show
Tell me what I want to know
To my questions you will bind
The answers which I seek to find
Another's perspective, let me see
Why everybody keeps leaving me."
I don't for a minute take my eyes off the candle. Halfway through the spell, the flame starts dancing. My vision starts to blur, and I can't think straight. I keep going anyway. By the end of the spell, I can feel myself slipping away...